“Okay, but why did you keep it?” she asked again. You don’t just keep a random dress in your closet for months.
When he didn’t answer her, just simply continued looking for clothes, she threw the dress down on the floor and started storming off. Fuck him. He is being a complete asshole today!
Vincent swiftly grabbed her as she passed by him, holding her close to his naked body. He pulled the back of her hair down to force her to look up at him. “I kept that dress because I wanted to see you in it again. Do you know why else I kept it?”
She softly shook her head as she forced herself to look down at his lips instead of his intense, blue eyes.
He gave a light tug of her hair, making her look back up at him. “Because I also plan to fuck you in that dress one day.”
“We’re just friends, remember?” She hated that it came out more breathy than she liked.
A smile touched Vincent’s lips. “Baby, you know damn good and well I don’t just want to be your friend.” He slowly moved his other hand up from her hip, over her chest and to her neck, letting his thumb rest right over his favorite spot, feeling the drum of her heart. “Is that what you want, to just be friends?”
Lake was under his control. He liked to do that when he wanted the truth from her. She could lie, but he would know it and make her pay for it, or she could tell the truth and it would stroke his already-massive ego. There was no winning.
“Y-Yes, I just want to be friends.”
He rubbed his thumb slower over her throat as he moved his face to where his lips were barely separated from hers. “You sure about that, baby? I’ll stop, I promise.”
Told you he would make you pay for it.
Lake stared at his lips, wanting him to kiss her again. Her body was on fire from wanting him to touch her more. She knew it was too late to turn back. There was no stopping a derailed train once it left the tracks.
“Please, don’t stop,” she whispered in defeat.
He moved his head to whisper in her ear, “I wasn’t going to.”
Lake shuddered when his lips kissed the sensitive part of her neck then sucked in a piece of her flesh.
She desperately wanted to grab him and feel his hard body, which was inches from hers, but she was afraid that, if she did, he would stop kissing her like he always had.
Vincent grabbed her bare shoulders under the jacket and started sliding it off until it fell to the floor. Then he leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her shoulder.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” His hand went to the black zipper at the front of her corset, between her breasts.
She started to blush when he leisurely pulled down the zipper. She was sure, if not for his continued tender kissing, she would have made him stop. When he continued to unzip until the corset fell to the floor along with the jacket, she had to look away from his gaze, averting her eyes to his chest as he took her body in. She didn’t think he was going to find her just as beautiful, since the corset made them appear much larger than they were.
He lightly smoothed his hand over her right breast as he claimed her mouth for a kiss. “Perfect,” he said against her lips while he rolled his thumb over her nipple, bringing it to a peak.
Lake whimpered under his touch as he continued to torture her nipple. She enveloped his neck with her arms, uncertain whether her legs were going to keep her up much longer. When he quickly picked her up and started heading toward his bed, she wrapped her legs around him.
Forcefully kissing him back, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste him on her own.
Just as quickly as he had picked her up, he laid her on the bottom of the bed, staring down over her.
Why won’t he let me kiss him? She was becoming sexually frustrated by that point. It wasn’t fair that he could do whatever he wanted to her, but she couldn’t return the favor.
Lake leaned up and went for the towel, but Vincent caught her hand before it could come any closer.
“Don’t move,” he growled at her.
That was the closest she had seen him to his dark side in a month. She didn’t like it when he would get like that, and she especially didn’t like it when she was half-naked in his bed.
“How come you keep stopping me from kissing you, or anything else for that matter? Am I that bad?”
He shook his head and seemed almost appalled she would think that. “No, baby. I want you too badly right now. I’ve wanted you for fucking months. I’m trying to go slow with you, but you kiss too fucking good. I will hurt you if you don’t stay still, and then I won’t forgive myself if I make this more painful for you than it’s already going to be.”
As he spoke, Lake began to see him differently. She could see and feel his hands beginning to shake. He wasn’t teetering on the edge of his dark side; the Vincent in front of her was the purest version of him. He was physically torturing himself to keep from causing her any pain or discomfort.
She laced her fingers in his. “You couldn’t hurt me.”
She truly believed that, too. He had only hurt her once, and it had been that day he had dropped her off at her mother’s house, but she could finally see it had hurt him just as much. In her heart, she knew he wouldn’t ever want to do that again, which was why he went above and beyond to keep her happy.
“Yes, I can, Lake. Just promise me you will stay still.” His breathing became heavy when he leaned down to give her a kiss.